Did the title make sense? If not, I can’t fault you for that. This weekend did not make much sense to me, either, so at least we’re even on that one.
It was a long weekend here and I did plan on finally finishing all the books I managed to hoard during the recent International Book Fair. But having one’s father get suddenly admitted to the hospital for really serious reasons can derail those plans. When something like that happens, everything else in the world is pulled to a stop, right at the same time the proverbial rug is pulled under me. Right now, my father is feeling better (thank you, God!) and so I can at least resume normal programming here at Foxes & Fangs. Which, let’s be honest, can be summed up pretty neatly by this snippet from a well-loved classic:
Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter
― Lewis Carroll,
So now that I have gotten past the “hospital” bit in the title, I’ll hop right on to the “hoarded books” part. (Oh, be still, my beating heart.) For the longest time (three weeks? two?), these books have been sitting (im)patiently in my to-be-read pile. Now it’s 2.5 done, 1.5 more to go. The .5 is there because I am almost halfway through in “Catacomb.” My reaction to that book? AWESOME. There are no words for it (at the moment) so just… just go read it, okay? “Asylum” was scary, “Sanctum” was just dripping with evil that it was creepy, and now “Catacomb” is just whoa. WHOA. I am not even finished with it but I am already sold on grabbing a copy of “The Asylum Novellas.” So, guys and gals, if you’re a horror fan like me, do yourself a favor and read the Asylum series. Besides, Halloween’s just around the corner. (Yay!)
Now there is only one item left from the title that I need to address. *clears throat* You guys… I was escorted from the entrance of our office floor all the way to our team’s office by one of the security guards in our company earlier today. All because I forgot to bring along my ID. I don’t know about you, but having a security guard escort you within the premises was just a tad bit uncomfortable for me. Hmm… I wonder what he would’ve done if I suddenly poked his shoulder, yelled “Tag!” and then just ran down the hallways.
“The only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.”
― Susanna Kaysen,
And with that short but sweet quote, I now exit stage left. The next post will make much, much more sense. I promise.